Thursday, June 4, 2009

Stones, part 8


Ayer estuve en un tris de lanzar una de éstas a un empleado de la oficina de Correos. Al mismo que hace unas semanas me dijo que debía esperar una notificación antes de pasar a recoger un envío que estaba esperando. El mismo que entonces insistió en que era allí donde debía ir a recogerlo una vez recibiera el susodicho aviso. El mismo que ayer me dijo que nunca se notificaba, que tú pasabas y ya está. El mismo que me ha hecho perder el tiempo en colas, días y trayectos. Pero claro, él que va a saber de tiempo, ese artículo de lujo, esa preciada posesión con la que soy auténticamente egoista.
Me di la vuelta y me marché por la puerta.


Yesterday I was on the verge of throwing one of these stones to a Mail Office employee. The same guy who a couple of weeks ago told me I must previously wait for the notice before coming to pick up the expected delivery. The same guy who insisted on me coming to pick up the delivery at that same office. The same guy who yesterday said that they never sent notice for such deliveries, you just had to come pick it up as soon as you knew it had been sent to you. The same guy who's made me waste time in queuing, days and journeys. How could he know about the matter of time, that luxury, that precious posession that I've grown very selfish with.
I turned around and walked through the door.



Todays' music:
Social Distortion

20 comments:

Inés said...

Qué bien que hayan vuelto las piedras. Pero esas yo no se las arojaría a nadie, no vaya a ser que se las queden. Aunque la burocracia de correos se merece un buen pedrusco. Del tamaño de un ovni más o menos.

Jorge said...

Que casualidad, a mi me pasó lo mismo anteayer.

leire said...

una defensora de las cartas por correo y la letra a mano...que te entiende...

ibb said...

Creo que no se merece la preciosidad que le hubiera abierto la cabeza...igual si la recogieras de nuevo...
Me encanta ese proyecto...no lo dejes nunca.

swiss said...

it's a sad fact these people are universal idiots but they're a trial we must bear. social distortion? nice!

louise said...

What an annoying man. He's not worth throwing away one of your beautiful stones on.

Aris said...

Perhaps we should just decorate him with sharpie and write incapable and unhelpful on his forehead, then everyoe would know and when he looks in the mirror he will realize the error of his ways.

Anonymous said...

Buenoooo si yo te contara los episodios con el consulado español de zürich...este pobrecito del correo a su lado se queda en nada.
carmen

Jeannette said...

Breathe in...breathe out....and forget about that man. ;)
Have a relaxed day, Jeannette

madamelulu said...

Nooooooo, no gastes pólvora en chimangos, no tires margaritas a los chanchos. Esas piedras son una belleza!

Miss Rosenthal said...

Has dado con un tema candente!! Yo creo que todos los hemos sufrido alguna vez!

Jorge said...

Mmm... ya veo el nuevo proyecto, Serie Piedras decoradas con sangre de burócratas ineptos...

Las pequeñas, claro...

Dos días para Social Distortion!

Anairam said...

Oh, grrrrrrr!! Post Office employees! I suppose they are not all bad, but some of them do have a rather nasty habit of changing the rules when it suits them ... Here unfortunately some of them tend to look inside packages to see if there is something of value that they would like. My sister made me a handmade puzzle for my birthday - it never arrived! I got sent a package by someone else - it arrived, but with all the corners completely ripped open - I was SO cross! So next time, I think, let's stomp our feet & then throw something at them! Well, okay, not a stone, but what about a crumpled piece of paper!

lisa s said...

why oh why are mailmen sometimes so awful? i guess it's a worldwide phenom!

happy rock making!

Mujer imperfecta said...

Fantástico blog, acabo de descubrirlo.

Hatüey said...

Tuviste paciencia...no valía la pena perder las piedras.

You were patient, it's not worthy to lose the stones.

husband said...

Pobre hombre...El oficio de cartero ha degenerado. Antes traían noticias de muy lejos, cartas manuscritas...
Ahora sólo envian facturas y publicidad no deseada. La comunicación real se hace a través de internet. Supongo que por eso están quemaos.

Poor guy...Working as a postman has degenerated. They use to bring news from far away places, hand written letters...
Nowadays the only carry bills and junk mail. Real communication is on the net. I guess that´s why they are burnt out.

●• Tiny Red said...

que pesado el tio!!!
pero las piedras son una maravilla :)

nathalie et cetera said...

Thanks for the laughs. Your medium can come very handy when you get annoyed by stupid Mail Office employees.

Joslyn said...

i am completely smitten with your blog + your work. I love the stones. do you sell them?
warmly
joslyn